“IT ISN’T CATCHIN’.”
Case of Small-pox.—A lady school teacher in Omaha, having an inordinate dread of the small-pox, sent home a little girl because she said her mother was sick and had marks on her face. The next day the girl presented herself at the school-house, with her finger in her mouth, and her little bonnet swinging by the strings, and said to the teacher,—
“Miss ——, we’ve got a baby at our house; but mother told me to tell you that ‘it isn’t catchin’.’”
“Not much to look at.”—The late eminent Dr. Wallaston was introduced, at an evening party, to a rather pert young lady.
“O, doctor,” she said, “I am delighted to meet you; I have so long wished to see you.”
“Well,” said the man of science, “and pray what do you think of me now you have seen me?”
“You may be very clever,” was the answer, “but you are nothing to look at.”